Isabel's sheer crimson curtains caused her room to fill with a dim red light the next morning. Iz rolled over and to her surprise, fell with a solid thump onto the ground.

"Ow…" she muttered, moving the black stiletto she fell on top of. The stood up and looked at the motionless man lying where she normally slept. The events of the previous night came flashing back to her as she grabbed an oversized T-shirt off of the floor and slipped it on before turning around, seeing that Bobby had been watching her.

"Coffee?" She asked him.

"Please."

Ten minutes later, Bobby had managed to stumble out of bed and slip on his boxers before walking out into the kitchen and getting a cup of coffee and making his way towards the living room, where Isabel was sitting in an overstuffed chair, eyes closed with coffee mug in hand.

"Iz, we have to talk."

"Trying to break up with me won't work, we're not together." She said, not opening her eyes.

Bobby smiled and continued. "Iz, I don't want you to think that since we slept together that it means that we are together."

Isabel opened her eyes. "I don't." She said shortly.

"It's just, I'm not looking for a relationship. You're great really, you deserve better than me." Bobby said, finishing the same speech he gave all of his one-night-stands.

"Great. I'm not either." Iz retorted, swirling her coffee.

"I guess I'll just be...going then." Bobby said, picking up the clothes that had been strewn across the living room.

"What are you doing Tuesday?" Iz asked.

"Nothing, but I thought you just said you weren't looking for a relationship, either." Bobby answered, worried that she would be crazy about him the way her ex was about her.

"So since we aren't dating means we can't have sex?"

Bobby looked at her, confused. This was every man's dream. Hot girl, sex, no strings attached. A smile crept across his lips.

"No, I suppose it doesn't."

"Good. Tuesday. 7:00."

Over their next few, for lack of a better word, meetings, Isabel and Bobby got to know eachother better, physically and mentally, and became close friends. Closer than all of the crappy boyfriends Isabel had ever known in her life, but her and Bobby's relationship was strictly friendly. She wouldn't change that for the world and neither would Bobby.

Isabel was possibly the most interesting girl Bobby had ever met. She was amazingly beautiful, but she chose to play down her looks by wearing black plastic-framed glasses and looser fitting clothes. Her style was completely eclectic, made up of goodwill finds adorned with expensive designer pieces. She was incredibly intellectual but also laughed at the stupidest of things. She was a tough nut to crack, but then again, so was Bobby.

This chapter is quite short, so I think I'll only consider it a half-chapter. I'm a review whore, so keep me happy! Review!